Before He Loved Me | Yoonmin

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[ 2030 ]

1:45pm

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Jimin peered out the window, cup of tea in hand, watching the rain splash against the ground. It had been raining all morning, and showed no signs of letting up. The sky was darkening by the minute, and Jimin was quite positive that there would be a thunderstorm at some point to today.

Two warm hands slid up his backside, coming up over his shoulders, and resting there. "What are you doing?" Yoongi whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

"Hmm, nothing, what are you doing?" He asked, turning around.

"Can't I love my husband?"

"By my all means, love away," Jimin whispered, setting his cup down on the window sill. He cupped Yoongi's face, bringing him in for a kiss. Yoongi slid his arms around his waist, bringing him closer. Jimin let his fingers make their way into Yoongi's hair, tugging on his roots. Yoongi let out a deep moan, pushing Jimin against the wall beside the window.

There was a flash of lightning, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Yoongi pulled away with a groan, pouting. Jimin let out a laugh. They knew all too well at what was coming next.

"DADDY!"

And then little Mei was at the bottom of the stairs, tears spilling down her cheeks. Yoongi pulled away from Jimin and padded over to her, scooping her up into his arms.

"Come on princess, don't cry," Yoongi mumbled, hugging her closer, and kissing the top of her head. "It's just a storm, it can't hurt you."

"It's loud!" She cried.

"I know baby, I know," Yoongi sighed.

From above their heads, the three could hear heavy footsteps running down the hall, and the down the stairs. Ten year old Taemin appeared at the bottom looking wide eyed at his parents. "You're not afraid too are you?" Jimin teased, coming to stand by him. He gently poked his side's, earning a series of giggles from his son.

"No! I'm not afraid, daddy!" He said, trying to put in a brave face. Jimin picked him up in his arms and moving to stand by his husband and daughter.

"No? Why don't you tell your sister there's nothing to be afraid of, then?"

"Mei don't cry," Taemin said, reaching out to grab one of her hands. "It can't hurt you if we're inside!"

"Promise?" He sniffled.

"Yeah! And if we go outside, the storm has to go through me first!"

He puffed out his chest, trying to appear intimidating. Yoongi let out a laugh. "How about a story huh?" He suggested.

"Storytime!" Jimin set Taemin down and allowed him to run over to the couch and climb up on it.

He followed behind Yoongi who sat down next to him, and rested Mei comfortably in his lap. Jimin took the seat on Taemin's other side. "Can you tell us the story of how you two met?"

"You guys have heard that story a hundred times," Yoongi chuckled.

"No, like, before you met." Mei explained. "Uncle Joonie said that you two didn't talk to each other for two years. What's that story?"

Jimin glanced at Yoongi, and Yoongi just shrugged. "Uh...okay," Jimin replied. "Get comfy, cause it's a long story."

Mei giggled, and Taemin hopped into Jimin's laugh.

"So it all started, when I moved next door to your dad,"